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Harry and I pulled up to an absolutely stunning beach house. My jaw dropped and I could only stare at it.
“Like it?” Harry asked me from the driver’s seat. I nodded my head and he laughed. “Wait until you see the inside…”
My eyes widened and we got out of the car together. Harry pulled out our suitcases from the trunk. We were going to be staying here for around a month I think. I could get used to this.
The house was huge. I always saw these kinds of beach houses in those magazines for interior designers and I always laughed at how perfect they are. I never understood how people kept it so clean and perfect. Also, who would spend so much money on a house they didn’t even live in all the time? I tried to take my suitcase but Harry wouldn’t let me. We walked up to the house and Harry unlocked the door. “Welcome,” he said smiling. My jaw dropped. It was exactly like the ones I saw in the magazines. It was so open and the walls were white with beach wood flooring and white couches with blue pillows. I couldn’t believe how perfect it was. I stepped inside and Harry put the keys in a little bowl next to the front door.
“Like it?” Harry asked.
I nodded again, not knowing what to say. He took my hand in his and led me throughout the main floor. Everything was completely stunning. It looked like it had never been touched before, so I was afraid to sit down anywhere. The living room had very high ceilings with wooden beams and a huge wall that was completely glass that overlooked the ocean and the beach. I gasped and stood in front of it. Harry was doing something in the kitchen to my right which I hadn’t taken a good look at yet. I turned back around and looked at the living room with the huge flat screen TV.
“The guys and I would come here over the summer when we weren’t touring. They let me take you here just so long as we didn’t have too much fun.” Harry walked back over into the living room where I was standing.
“If you know what I mean…” Harry smiled and pulled me closer to him.
“Mmm… I know exactly what you mean Mr. Styles…” I smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck. We stared into each other’s eyes. I was going to be a very lucky girl this month.
“Thank you Maya…” he whispered before he leaned down to kiss me.
“For what?” I whispered pulling away.
“For marrying me…” his breath tickled my lips.
“Any time,” I said smiling and placing my lips on his again.
I pulled away and continued walking around. Harry followed me as I took in every detail of this house. I loved the glass walls on the back side of the house and the flooring the most. I was walking barefoot because I didn’t want to mess anything up. I went through the kitchen and was amazed at how perfect it was. There was an island with high bar stools and a stove and sink on it. There was light wood used for the cabinets and I could tell that this house was probably crazy expensive. Harry took my hand in his again.
“I think you’re going to love our bedroom upstairs…”
“Oh really,” I said smiling at him. He walked backwards out of the kitchen and pulled me along through the house to the huge staircase. This beach house was all I wanted and more. We walked up the wide, turning staircase and up to the second floor. I loved this house so much already. There was a soft carpet on the floor that my toes sank into. I wasn’t used to carpets, but I loved this one. It was simple and off white but it made me love the house even more. Harry led me through the main hallway and into the room at the end.
“Close your eyes,” Harry said smiling. I did and he kissed me and I heard him open the door. “Don’t open until I tell you,” he said and he walked me through the room. I felt both hardwood floors and carpet underneath my feet. He stopped me. “Open.”
I did and I put my hand over my mouth, “Oh Harry!” I exclaimed and I looked around the huge room. It had a glass wall on the back side, just like downstairs that overlooked the ocean too. The walls were white and the bed had white bedding and turquoise pillows. The flooring was the same as downstairs also. There was another huge TV and couches and chairs that matched the rest of the house.
“I reckon you like it?” Harry asked and I only nodded. I hugged him around his neck and he laughed. “I’m glad…”
“Who usually stays in this room?” I asked looking around some more.
“To tell you the truth, we usually switch off when we’re here. One time Liam and Danielle stayed in here and you can probably guess how that ended…” I laughed and he continued, “Then I think everyone else has stayed in here. I’ve slept with Louis once before too…”
“Aww Harry!” I said smiling and turning around to face him. He was so cute. He hugged me again. It was getting really late actually. I looked at the clock on the night table and it said 11:47.
“We should get to bed…” I whispered still smiling at him.
“Okay,” he agreed. I continued looking around as he went downstairs to get our suitcases. This house was unreal. It was too perfect to be real. I looked out the glass window at the ocean. It was beautiful with the moon reflecting off the water. I heard Harry walk in and put our suitcases down.
“Thank you,” I said walking over to him.
“Anything for Mrs. Styles,” he replied.
I blushed and we started unpacking our clothes and putting them in the two closets that looked like they’d never been used. We would poke our heads out and laugh at each other. We were done in around fifteen minutes. I changed into my pajama shorts and a tank top and Harry only wore his boxers. We walked out of our closets and into the attached bathroom. This was huge as well. There was a giant tub and a shower with a double sink. I stood brushing my teeth while I secretly checked out Harry’s body in the mirror.
“Like what you see?” he asked with his toothbrush in his mouth. I giggled and finished up. I yawned and Harry pulled me into a hug. His body was warm. We walked back out to the bedroom and got into bed. I could tell Harry wanted to have more fun than I did, but I was exhausted. We’d been in the car all day and all I wanted to do was sleep.
“Harry…” I mumbled pulling away from his rather deep kiss.
“Sorry babe,” he said pulling a piece of hair out of my face.
“I’m tired, I’m gonna sleep…” I mumbled again and I buried my face in my pillow. He laughed and fell asleep also.
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Nothing More, Nothing Less (A Harry Styles Love Story)
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